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chased by a horse. Although it would
have been very "running of the bulls"
and maybe would have helped my case.
Ive run a fair amount of races at this point in my running career ranging in size from 500 - 7500 people. And while the larger runs used to intimidate the hell out of me, I actually prefer them now as its super easy to fade into the crowd. Unfortunately for me, this run topped out at 350 and about 1/4 of the participants were high school runners. Which means they will easily smoke ANYONE who isn't 18. So I had that to look forward to along with the realization that if I came in last, there was no hiding in this crowd.
As I stood around watching the pre-runners (the ones who circle the crowd b/c they like running further than the required distance) I see a little old man arrive who is moving at what you would call a speed walk. You could tell by his gait he probably had suffered some injury or maybe endured a surgery that restricts him from actually full-on running. I thought awesome...at least now I might not be last.
The race actually started with the coach firing off a gun (doesn't get more small town than that) and we were off. Now, Ive driven these very streets for the past 10 years, but until today did not realize what hilly fuckers they are when on foot. That, accompanied with the sweet humidity and the complications of running as a girl on certain days (being a girl athlete sucks sometimes), brought me in at a sweet 35 minutes...actually about 5 minutes slower than I can usually pull off a 5K. And for the record, I followed little old man the whole way and never could pull past that little speedy walker. Nothing like feeling stellar about yourself before 8:30 on a Saturday.
So as I tried to walk off the post race head rush, I told myself its another one under my belt and they can't all be great runs. The pain was also lessened a little as I managed to win part of the raffle and score myself 4 buckets of balls and 4 9-hole rounds of golf at our local course. Tweet